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just something that ran through my mind at work one day |
Sometimes I wish I could run away. I could be free to do the things I want. Free to live the way I want. Free to be who I think I was meant to be. Sometimes I wish I was a bird, able to soar high above the clouds. High enough to be far away from the confusion of the city noise. Above the quiet and the loneliness of the country. There is no in between—no middle ground. Sometimes I wish I were a caterpillar, knowing that one day I would become a beautiful butterfly. Sometimes I dream of how things could have been, should have been, but my weakness prevailed. What could have been was so perfect for me, at least in my mind, but the wrong turn was taken, and I have ended up in a lonely town knowing no one and trying my best to fit in. What should have been will be in my heart, forever hidden and known but to me. Never to see the light that reflects from the tears I shed for what might have been. |